Come away with me in one season,
be with me throughout countless seasons,
stay with me through the seasons,
let’s die together with the leaves of Autumn.
Category: autumn
Little Flowers
autumn calls to us from across the sea
shades of vernal delight take your soul
here sunlight hides behind grey clouds
there the burgeon march gathers pace
little flowers dance in the breeze for you
leaves fall onto deserted streets for me
Hydrangea in Bloom
Spring has come to your heart, yet I sit here in my Winter world wondering what you’re doing with all of those so-called “friends“.
I love you, yet you are like a Hydrangea in bloom. Your love will last from early spring until late Autumn, yet it never sustains the Winter.
Tanka: Springtime in Autumn
Springtime in Autumn.
Buds bloom, and flowers blossom
confused by the warmth.
An owl watches and ponders,
a pause to see the flowers.
Haiku: Autumn
A great sadness ends
looking towards the grey sky
feeling Autumn turn
Haiku: Classic Song
Another classic.
Songs playing along the road,
dying leaves moving.
Tanka: Pink Files
Pink files surround me,
humidity on the breeze,
the overcast sky.
Sitting at my desk feeling
the winds of change are flowing.
My Week
At present, we are waiting for the humidity to break. I hope for the Autumn change to arrive.
I’ve been surrounded by pink files all week. You don’t know the stress involved in Property Law and Conveyancing until you experience the work.
It has been an intense week, which usually leaves me with nothing left by Friday night.
Add watching the war crimes in Ukraine, and I’m ready to leave my computer for a while and lay down.
Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and read my words.
Fall
If I fall as the leaves fall in autumn,
come find me and tell me about your day.
If I fall like the disintegrating glaciers,
come find me and tell me it will be okay.
If you fall when you can’t take no more,
I’ll always come find you and save your day.
Ochre Afternoon
The blind moves as the breeze flow through the window; I can see the change sun rays make on my skin, as my arms colour and look like desert sand.
The sun casts strong rays across the backyard, as the cobwebs move and drift between grass, weeds, the fence, and the bees dance on the weed flowers.
A song from the crickets, birds, a few flies, and the next-door neighbour’s air-conditioner puts my mind to sleep, as I soak up the last sunlight of the day.
A change in tempo is on the breeze, as the afternoon drifts into twilight, and the time for sweet soft days of washing going stiff on the line comes to an end.
The heat of the day is turning into the warmth of another ending, another night; I won’t miss what I no longer have on this sunlit day, for the night is bright.
One song is coming to an end and another song is ready to begin, so I fight with the pegs and the stiff washing: waiting for the first fresh Autumn day.
Too much Summer
Too much sun,
not enough shade.
Flowers in bloom,
too many colours.
Too much light,
not enough darkness.
Birds sing and dance,
too many songs.
Too much Summer,
not enough Winter
to take my heart,
make it cold,
feel the chill,
the Autumn feel.
C & K 